I glanced at it again, tilting my head. “Should we have a funeral?” “What?” “The poor thing deserves better than to wind up in a dumpster with no one to mourn him.” Josiah looked at me like I’d just suggested we eat it for dinner. “It’s a squirrel.” “I know but I feel bad. We don’t have to do anything fancy. Just get it in the bag ready to go in the dumpster and let me say a few words before you toss it in.”
